by Matthew Lang
“Your hands are bigger than mine,” David said with a grin, pulling Patrick in for another kiss.
Patrick growled and tugged at his cufflinks until he worked one side of each free and with David’s help got the unwanted clothing off his shoulders. Then he reached out and swung David around, pushing him down onto the bed before climbing on after him. Bare skin met bare, sweaty skin, and then they were a tumble of limbs creasing Patrick’s freshly laundered bedsheets. They tussled for control for a while, but Patrick was bigger and soon had David on his back, one hand holding David’s hands loosely above his head. Then he sat back, his eyes dark and hooded.
“What?” David asked eventually.
“You’re beautiful,” Patrick said and slowly lowered himself down for a long, intense kiss that made David’s cock throb before Patrick moved on to David’s throat, down the centre of his chest, and over his abs. The trail of wet kisses paused when they met the waistband of David’s shorts and his chin hit the bulge of David’s erection. Patrick swallowed, and the hand that had grasped David’s wrist trembled ever so slightly. Opening his eyes and looking down his body, David met Patrick’s gaze and the unspoken question within.
He pulled his hands free, reached down and unbuttoned the waistband, and then flicked the zipper tag upwards to where it was more easily reached. “Go ahead,” David said softly.
Patrick’s hand trembled as he took the small metal tab between thumb and forefinger and pulled down, and David fancied he could hear the individual snick of metal on metal as each tiny interlocking tooth separated, bringing the red of his underwear into view. Patrick made a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a whimper, one echoed by David when Patrick’s hot hand grasped his shaft through his boxers and pulled.
“Oh God,” Patrick groaned as he stroked David through the thin material.
David gasped as Patrick’s fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his underwear and brushed against his cock before pulling the head out into the warm night air. Then Patrick leaned forward, opening his mouth, and lapped over the head of David’s dick, licking up the precum that had collected there and replacing it with the warm wetness of saliva. David groaned and dug his fingers into Patrick’s hair as his best friend all but shoved his shorts and boxers down, exposing him fully to the evening air before swallowing him down. Patrick’s initial hesitant exploration of David’s cock became more confident, and he grunted with pleasure as David squirmed beneath him. Then Patrick’s fingers were cupping David’s balls and rubbing the sensitive skin below them, and David bucked his hips just a little too hard and Patrick gagged, and pulled off, coughing.
“Sorry,” David said, pulling Patrick up the bed towards the pillows. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
Patrick grinned, and in the dim light coming through the door from the lounge room, David could see that he was blushing. “Never. Promise.”
David gave him a long, lingering kiss. “Thought about it a lot, huh?”
“You have no idea.”
David grinned. “I’m starting to.”
He reached down to cup Patrick’s crotch and paused, looking up quizzically. “Everything okay?”
Patrick laughed, and his voice had just a tinge of hysteria. “I’m sorry. I’ve been hard all night just thinking about this, but… now that we’re here, I’m just….”
“Straight?”
“No! Terrified.”
“Terrified?”
“I don’t want to do anything wrong.”
David paused, kicked the last of his garments off from where they were gripping his ankles, and then helped Patrick strip down to glorious nakedness. “You’re not going to do anything wrong,” he said. “It’s just you and me and whatever we end up doing. Do you actually know what you want to do?”
Patrick turned David’s head back towards his own and gave him a fervent kiss. “Everything.”
David grinned and trailed his right hand down Patrick’s body to his groin. “Okay. Shall we see if I can wake Patrick Junior up, then?”
Patrick didn’t get a chance to respond as David went to work, and as Patrick’s thick cock rose to attention, the musky smell that was sex and sweat and Patrick filled David’s nostrils. A drop of salty, sweet, bitter precum oozed its way out of Patrick’s cock, and as it hit his taste buds, David realised that suddenly all of this was his. Well, not exactly his, but freely given to him, and—Patrick bucked as David teased the length of his cock with fingers and then used the very tip of his tongue on the sensitive skin just below Patrick’s cockhead. David smiled.
“Fuck!” It was a breathy sound.
Glancing up, David saw Patrick’s head thrown back, his eyes closed, and his fists clenching handfuls of bedsheets. Grinning, David blew gently across Patrick’s prick, watching him twitch as saliva mixed with the clear flow of precum and ran down to soak into Patrick’s groin and trickle down between his cheeks. David paused, one hand on Patrick’s abs and one resting with fingertips just under his testicles. He waited until Patrick relaxed and looked at him, and then he slowly slid his fingers lower and lower. “Should I go on?” he asked, his voice sounding unnaturally loud in the silence.
Patrick swallowed and nodded. “Please.”
Patrick’s breath hissed out between his teeth as David’s fingers slipped inside him, and eventually, David felt him relax. Crooking his finger, he found the spot inside Patrick and pressed up as he leaned forward to kiss Patrick tenderly on the lips. “You’ve definitely done this before.”
Patrick’s hand on the back of his neck encouraged him to deepen the kiss, although Patrick broke away with a moan when David twitched the fingers still buried inside Patrick’s ass. “Toys,” Patrick said, the muscles of his neck straining in pleasure as his head fell against the dark pillows, his eyes closed as his body shuddered at the boundary of pleasure and overstimulation.
David stilled, and couldn’t help the grin spread over his face. “You’re going to have to show me those sometime.”
Patrick grunted and pushed himself back against David’s fingers. “Okay,” he said. “Can I… I mean you…. Will you….”
A range of possibilities flitted across David’s imagination, and a range of replies from sappy to snappy rose in his mind. He settled for the most direct one.
“Condoms? Lube?”
“Bedside table. Second drawer.”
David reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a strip of six foil squares and a pump bottle of silicone lubricant. Uncapping the bottle and twisting the nozzle to unlock it took moments, and the coolness of the lubricant hitting his fingers was inexplicably both calming and arousing at the same time. It was familiar, it was known, it was something he knew he could do, but as he turned back towards Patrick, who was now lying on his stomach, the mounds of his ass pushing up ever so slightly in anticipation, David knew it wasn’t so much what he was doing, as whom he was with.
“You really want this, huh?” he said as he smeared some of the lube against Patrick’s ass and once again slipped a finger inside.
“You have no idea,” Patrick groaned, his voice slightly muffled from the pillow he was clutching between his head and hands.
David grinned and moved slowly, inserting first one finger all the way in to the third knuckle before withdrawing and replacing it with another, gently stretching Patrick’s passage before moving up to two fingers at once, seeking out the small hard nub inside Patrick’s ass that would turn him into a whimpering mess. When he found it, he pressed gently against it, gratified by Patrick’s moans, and then Patrick was pushing back against him impatiently.
“Daaaave….”
“Yes.”
“You already had two fingers in me before you added lube. Just suit up and fuck me already.”
“I was trying to—”
“Toys, Dave. This isn’t exactly my first time. Just my first real time, and I want you in me already.”
The charge that jolted through David’s body was
immediate and unexpected, and his hands trembled as he took hold of the condom strip. Tearing one off from the other five was easy enough, but between his trembling and the slipperiness of silicone, he couldn’t quite get enough of a grip to tear it open, and after the second attempt, he settled for his teeth.
When David finally slipped inside Patrick, it felt like coming home. Patrick opened up beneath him, eagerly drawing him inside his body, and pressed up to meet the thrusts of David’s hips. Leaning forward, David slipped his left hand underneath Patrick’s left shoulder and grasped Patrick’s right shoulder with his right hand for leverage before instinct took over and he sank himself again and again into the yielding softness of his lover, even as his hands gripped the hard muscles of Patrick’s torso, each thrust eliciting a moan or gasp.
How long he spent there, he never quite knew, but the heat and friction were almost perfectly balanced. Enough to feel every nerve in his cock thrum with each motion, but not so much as to send him over the edge. Sweat trickled down from somewhere, covering his chest and Patrick’s back, and Patrick had pulled up one knee, wordlessly giving David better access as their bodies moved together. As his lust rose inside him, David forced himself to slow down, his fast, rutting thrusts turning into long languid glides as he took careful aim for Patrick’s prostate. Sliding his right hand underneath Patrick to bring him into a hug, David pressed his lips to the back of Patrick’s strong shoulders before leaning forward to kiss his cheek. Patrick turned his head to meet David, but they didn’t quite line up.
“Let me turn over,” Patrick said, his voice raspy and his face flushed. “I want to kiss you.”
With some reluctance, David withdrew, and Patrick hissed when David’s hard cock pulled out of his body.
“You sure you’re okay?” David asked as Patrick rolled onto his back.
“I will be once you’re back in me,” Patrick said. “Think you might want to cum inside of my ass?”
Every muscle in David’s body stiffened, and it was all he could do not to explode right there and then.
“You sure you want that?”
“For at least a decade, I think,” Patrick said. There was no trace of self-consciousness now. Patrick stared boldly into David’s face, his eyes both wanton and needy. He reached down, gripped his legs behind his knees, and pulled them up towards his chest. “Well?”
Scooting forward on his knees, David lined himself up and sank back into Patrick until he could feel the heat of Patrick’s body pressed against his groin. Using one hand to hold Patrick’s left leg up against his torso, he placed his right hand next to Patrick’s head and leant down to kiss him, but only a few thrusts later, he could feel Patrick convulsing around him. Patrick’s cries of pleasure were muffled by their kiss as hot, sticky fluid exploded between them, each throb of Patrick’s cock against his abdomen pushing David closer to the edge. Breaking the kiss, he leant forward and lightly bit down on Patrick’s earlobe.
“I’m going to cum, Patto,” he whispered. “I’m going to cum inside your fucking ass, you fucking amazing, wonderful man.”
Patrick kissed the side of his neck as David’s thrusts became faster and more erratic. David felt Patrick wrap his arms around him, and his right leg curled around David’s hip, urging him to go harder and faster. The smell of their combined sweat and Patrick’s cum filled the room, and David cried out as he felt the sensation in his shaft go from a promise to an explosion of orgasmic pleasure that started somewhere in his balls and spread through his body as he bucked into Patrick’s ass, his hips moving instinctively as his brain shut down and the shakes ran up and down his spine, turning his limbs into quivering jelly as he collapsed into Patrick’s embrace.
THEY LAY together in the sweaty darkness, panting, and David slowly pulled himself out of his friend. Boyfriend? Lover? For a brief moment, he saw his Facebook page. Relationship status: It’s Complicated. He chuckled as he tugged the condom off and dropped it into the bin at the foot of the bed.
“Wet wipes, second drawer,” Patrick said, reaching out and pulling a dark hand towel from underneath the pillows.
“Wet wipes, hand towels?” David asked.
Patrick grabbed one of David’s hands and kissed his palm. “Aren’t you the one always having a go at me about planning to succeed?”
David smiled as he went through the motions of post-coital clean-up that were both familiar and decidedly unfamiliar. “I’ll admit I expected you to want to top.”
Patrick sighed and lay back against the pillows, closing his eyes. “Maybe another day, Dave, but I….”
“What?” David asked suspiciously when Patrick’s voice trailed off into silence.
Patrick shook his head. “Eh, it’s stupid.”
“Patrick, it can’t possibly be more stupid than doing a recitation of The Muddleheaded Wombat while drunk at Madam Brussells’s roof bar. Come on, that nearly got us kicked out.”
“Okay, okay. I thought that if you freaked out and ran, I’d at least get to feel you inside me.”
“Wow.” David threw the used wet wipes into the bin and dropped into bed. “That was really sappy.”
Reaching out, Patrick used one arm to pull David into an embrace, his free forearm covering his eyes. “Shut up,” he mumbled.
“What’s the time, anyway?” David asked as he rested his head on Patrick’s chest.
He felt the shrug rather than saw it, and then Patrick fumbled around their discarded clothing and found David’s phone, hit the home button, and held it up to him.
“Nine fifty-eight? Seriously?”
Patrick grunted and dropped the phone back on the bedside table. “Well, you must have fucked me for at least half an hour. Probably longer, given the number of positions we tried.”
David chuckled, closing his eyes. “Which one did you like best?”
“Face-to-face,” Patrick said. “I could watch you. Although lying on my front was a bit easier, I think. Maybe. We may have to try that again so I can work it out.”
David laughed. “So… do you want me to stay over?”
Patrick’s arm around him tightened. “Does it feel like I’m letting you go?”
David turned his head as a huge yawn stretched his jaw, and he felt a small pop inside his right ear. “We should shower.”
“Mhmm. In a bit. Want to hold you.”
It was past midnight when they woke from their doze and made their way to the bathroom to clean up the sweat and flakes of dry semen. Patrick went to change the sheets, but Dave dropped straight into bed and refused to get up to let him, and eventually Patrick gave up and crawled into bed with him.
“What’s for breakfast tomorrow?” David asked as Patrick pulled a light sheet over the both of them.
“Bacon and eggs, prob’ly,” Patrick mumbled. “That’s tradit’nal.” There might have been more, but David was already fast asleep.
Chapter 5
THE SHRILL, insistent, and almost chromatic opening to “Hall of the Mountain King” roused David from his slumber, an annoying itch at the edge of consciousness. Patrick’s phone. Patrick needed to get that so David could go back to sleep. David was warm, sated, beautifully fucked out and wrapped in the warm embrace of… Patrick, who was snoring into his hair. Honestly, the man could sleep through just about anything—including David’s snoring, which was probably for the best if this sleeping in the same bed thing was going to continue.
The light that seeped in around the curtains was enough to make out the still strangely clean interior of Patrick’s room, and as the phone continued to ring, David gritted his teeth and wormed his way out of Patrick’s embrace and went hunting through their discarded clothing for Patrick’s pants. Eventually he pulled out the battered iPhone with its spiderweb of cracks that he could just feel with his fingertip, all raised ridges and edges. Patrick kept talking about getting a new phone but never did. Not for the first time, David wondered if Patrick couldn’t afford one, only now he wondered if Patrick would get upset if Davi
d bought him one. Staring down at the screen, he saw a number rather than a name, and David swiped to accept the call, stepping out into the living room.
“Hello, this is Patrick Gorman’s phone—”
“Dave, it’s me.”
“Oh, hi, Li Ling.”
“What are you doing with Patrick’s phone?”
David looked back into the bedroom where Patrick lay, naked in a crumpled sprawl of definitely used bedsheets.
I just woke up after boning your almost-fiancé. “I’m at Pat’s place, and you know how he is in the mornings.”
“Right, of course. I need to speak with him.”
“Well, I’m terribly sorry, but he’s asleep, and I should point out he doesn’t want to speak to you right now.”
“Dave, I’m pregnant.”
A knife dropped through the centre of David’s body, a blade so sharp that the pain only came a few seconds after the cut. His warm, happy feelings from the previous night were sucked from his body in the wake of the blade, leaving only ice. “Who’s the father?” he asked hopelessly.
“Who do you think?” she snapped.
“Is this why you two—”
“No! Of course not. I didn’t…. I just found out, all right?”
“Are you going to keep it?”
There was a pause at the other end of the phone. “I think that’s a conversation for me and Patrick, don’t you think?”
David paused and stared at the phone. Then he turned and navigated back past the discarded clothing, and leaned down over Patrick’s slumbering form. Asleep, Patrick’s face was soft, and his cheeks covered in blond stubble. He lay on his side, hair tousled in a “hit by a wild storm” sort of way. His mouth was open, and David wondered if he was drooling into his pillows. There had been that one time at school camp, and David had never let Patrick live that down. It was a friend thing.